Perfect

Perfect

Is what everyone strives to be

Perfect

Is not always easy to achieve

It’s you, It’s me

We’re against the world you see

 

You’re not always happy and neither am I

But together we can reach the sky

Your touch sends shivers down my spine

I have to keep those butterflies in line

Yes we may scream, yes we may fight

But you’re still there to cuddle me every night

 

Life can like to play

Placing obstacles in our way

We just breathe, hand in hand, and go throughout our day

I’m so glad you’re here to stay

 

Perfect

Although is what is striven to be

Perfect

We can never be

You are you, and I am me

Perfect

We seem to be

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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